New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-07-13

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lost your senses.
s Not at all, responded. 4 know
well that you are my parents. I have
| felt it for some time; but avoW it to me,
admit it frankly, and will continue to.
guard the secret to guard it with
my life, for LIDO not wish tosbe recog-
nized. nor to be other than I am, a sim
pie maker of furniture; but admit it
only tell me that you are my parentsr'
and j knelt before them imploringlY
"sStill they recoiled, my father
moving toward the entrance, holding
my mother In his arms, now In
A PARoxYsM OF HYsTIRICAL TEARS.
But I ran and locked the door, put
ting the key into my pocket.
Look at your wife, I cried; SO ok
at her and deny if you can that she is
my mother! ss ss-
Mon. had become very pale as I
spoke. overcome by the thought of the
scandal SO long eYaded, fallen upon
them like a thunderbolt. Their
position, reputation and honor would
be lost at a blow.
on area scoundrel, he stammer-
ed; ssa scoundrel seeking toextort mon
ey. And again he sought to leave
| the room, my mother sobbing wildly in
his arms, but the door was locked and
he could not move il.
IF you do not open it, he continu-
ed. .sand open it at once, I viii commit
you TO prison at every hazard on the
charge of violence and attempt to
bIack-maiI. y
Quietly and with composure I did as
he commanded-opened the door and
watched them pass into the growing
shadows. Once more it seemed [ was
to be made an orphan-to be abandon
ed and thrown upon the world alone.
An insupportable sadness, mingled with
anger, hatred and disgust, invaded me;
justice, right, honor, rejected affection,
| all cried out within me. and ran from
the house and followed them along the
bank of the Seine, which they were
/ compelled to traverse to gain the sta
ton of Chaton. Soon overlook them,
the night, in the mean time, having set
in dark and gloomy. 1 went with the
step Of the wolf along the grass, so
lightly, indeed, that they did not hear
me. My mother was still crying, my
/ father talking to her.
st is your own fault" said he.
why did you persist in coming
to see hims It was
MADNESS En- OUR POSITION.
We could have done as much good
at a distance, and without showing
ourselves; then he would never have
been able to recognize us. -
waited for no more, but threw my.
self between them.
/ s.You know" I cried, ssyou know
you are my parents-I have heard you
admit it. You have rejected me once
already, but do not, / beseech you, do
not. beg of you. repulse me still
ssThen, Mon. President" the prison
er continued, ..my father struck me
struck me as I knelt at his feet.
swear it on my honor, on the law. on
that Jas seized him by the collar he
drew from his pocket a revolver. After
this every thing became red before me.
I know no more, except that when
came to myself my father was stretch
ed upon the ground dead, my mother
clasped in his arms. 1t seems that
had killed them both-kiled them with
the compass which always carried il
my pocket. I threw them in the Seine
without thinking, conscious only o
one desire-to cast them from nv sight
That is all, Mon. Presidential; now
Judge metz and Georges Louis resum
ed his. seat.
| After this revelation of the prisoner
the trial was postponed to the mex
session. It is soon to take place.
IF you or I, my reader, were calico
upon the jury what would we do will
/ this parricide?